Hortus Deliciarum

I got my first troll yesterday. Woohoo! I feel like I’ve undergone an initiation or something…
No, I didn’t approve the comment. I don’t need anyone outside of my own skull giving me bad messages about myself. I do plenty of that on my own.
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And now for something completely different, the continuation [...]

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I tend to live in a little FA bubble. My viewing choices are usually Netflix DVDs (I’m currently on a run of Criminal Minds and ITV’s Marple) or cable shows that have fewer or no commercials. When those annoying BURN OFF BELLY FAT! ads come on, I flip the channel. I don’t [...]

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Well, my appointment this afternoon spiraled into a long one. She did most of the family history/current health questions for a physical but we ran out of time to actually check b/p, do the Pap, etc. because we got on the topic of depression, anxiety, and PCOS. I walked out with a prescription [...]

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Three nights in a row I’ve woken up this way, startling awake as if something were terribly wrong, only to find myself in my quiet bedroom with nothing out of the ordinary except, perhaps, Ciaran stirring on the monitor.
I lie there, heart beating a little faster, feeling hot and sweaty under the covers and a [...]

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They sound like little things, really, but the difficulty of being an introvert struggling with depression when it comes to making phone calls on my own behalf (work phone calls are different – I make plenty of those and don’t have a problem) is fairly significant. Reaching out for help is hard. Very [...]

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I was startled to find myself on the Fatosphere feed yesterday as I skimmed over my communities list on LJ. I’d asked to be added (albeit just with entries tagged “fat”) but didn’t expect it to happen as it had been so long. Of course, it was Ciaran’s birthday post and completely lacking [...]

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I was up only a few minutes before I heard the familiar pad-pad-pad of little feet coming down our hallway. It’s carpeted, so the sounds are muffled, but then the door swung open. I pretended to be asleep; I’m alone in our bed at the moment, since Graham is still recovering from his [...]

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So, my new discovery over the weekend, as I suspect was true for a number of us, was that airplanes can get lost over the Atlantic ocean and not just in TV shows. You can imagine, then, the depth of worry I had yesterday as my dad flew from N’Djamena, Chad to Paris, to [...]

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